Chill Out
Uh, uh, (yeah), uh, uh (yeah)
(Boss kid the producer)
The fuck? (Yeah)
Chill out
I think I'ma go up on the price now (racks)
Send my brother to fuck on your wife now
She go back to back, she done did that shit twice now (ho)
I done ran through a fifty from state to state (money)
Hoppin' on planes, I done got me a life now (I'm out, I'm there)
Now my teachers look back, they think twice now (for real)
Said I wasn't gon' be shit but my song what they like now (bitch, let's go)
Chill out
I went in for a year, bitch, I'm lit now (let's go)
That boy got the world on the dick now (my dick)
Tell that bitch to sit down, you ain't it now
How he hate but he ain't go no whip? (No whip)
Brand new car, what I spent on my feet now (zoom)
Niggas know that boy, Baby, the shit
They want me to take pics with they bitch now (ha)
I'm sick, come check on me, baby
How it taste? Them other niggas, they ain't it
You know I got the recipe, baby (uh-huh)
Play your part, don't be stressin' me, baby (okay)
I want it done and I'm the same man did it (let's go)
No, I can't kick it with a lame ass nigga (let's go)
You ain't with me, you the same as the opp (opps)
Nigga thinkin' 'bout my chain, bad business (ayy)
Nigga thinkin' 'bout a chain, bad business
We gon' get that boy a chain with them R.I.P initials
And I'm fuckin' with the same gang, nigga
So we leave them niggas bleedin' like the bitches on the menstrual (no cap)
And you know I got brothers that bang different colors (uh-huh)
If he gon' step, we gon' step with each other
You worried 'bout me, need to check on your mother (what's up)
The way that they cover my back with these gloves, they like Kobe
Covers like blankets or something
You would think that I don't got that thing with or something
We gon' hang his ass up like hangers or something
Choppa go number one, when she sing like a banger or something
Choppa go number one, put that boy on the news
Hit that boy with that fire, guarantee he gon' snooze
You can run but can't hide from these .762s
And we movin' all sides, if you beefin' you lose, the fuck?
But chill out
I think I'ma go up on the price now
Send my brother to fuck on your wife now
She go back to back, she done did that shit twice now
I done ran through a fifty from state to state
Hoppin' on planes, I done got me a life now
Now my teachers look back, they think twice now
Said I wasn't gon' be shit but my song what they like now
The fuck?
(Boss kid the producer)
The fuck? (Yeah)
Chill out
I think I'ma go up on the price now (racks)
Send my brother to fuck on your wife now
She go back to back, she done did that shit twice now (ho)
I done ran through a fifty from state to state (money)
Hoppin' on planes, I done got me a life now (I'm out, I'm there)
Now my teachers look back, they think twice now (for real)
Said I wasn't gon' be shit but my song what they like now (bitch, let's go)
Chill out
I went in for a year, bitch, I'm lit now (let's go)
That boy got the world on the dick now (my dick)
Tell that bitch to sit down, you ain't it now
How he hate but he ain't go no whip? (No whip)
Brand new car, what I spent on my feet now (zoom)
Niggas know that boy, Baby, the shit
They want me to take pics with they bitch now (ha)
I'm sick, come check on me, baby
How it taste? Them other niggas, they ain't it
You know I got the recipe, baby (uh-huh)
Play your part, don't be stressin' me, baby (okay)
I want it done and I'm the same man did it (let's go)
No, I can't kick it with a lame ass nigga (let's go)
You ain't with me, you the same as the opp (opps)
Nigga thinkin' 'bout my chain, bad business (ayy)
Nigga thinkin' 'bout a chain, bad business
We gon' get that boy a chain with them R.I.P initials
And I'm fuckin' with the same gang, nigga
So we leave them niggas bleedin' like the bitches on the menstrual (no cap)
And you know I got brothers that bang different colors (uh-huh)
If he gon' step, we gon' step with each other
You worried 'bout me, need to check on your mother (what's up)
The way that they cover my back with these gloves, they like Kobe
Covers like blankets or something
You would think that I don't got that thing with or something
We gon' hang his ass up like hangers or something
Choppa go number one, when she sing like a banger or something
Choppa go number one, put that boy on the news
Hit that boy with that fire, guarantee he gon' snooze
You can run but can't hide from these .762s
And we movin' all sides, if you beefin' you lose, the fuck?
But chill out
I think I'ma go up on the price now
Send my brother to fuck on your wife now
She go back to back, she done did that shit twice now
I done ran through a fifty from state to state
Hoppin' on planes, I done got me a life now
Now my teachers look back, they think twice now
Said I wasn't gon' be shit but my song what they like now
The fuck?
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Paul Dawson, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Gerald Dwight Thomas, Micah M Marrero Jones, Jonathan Matthew Beharry, Curtis Samuel Hattley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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